1. A story about a 14-year-old Red Army with memories and four names.
In early October 1936, after the three main forces of the Red Army reunited in Huining, Gansu Province, a 14-year-old little Red Army member of the Fourth Red Army moved with the leader of the army into the home of a scholar named Wei Hongru in Huining City. . After a few days, the landlord's 3-year-old son Wei Yu also became the "little tail" of the Little Red Army.
On October 5, the Little Red Army and several comrades went to the streets to post and write slogans, and Wei Yu also followed. Suddenly, several enemy planes made a low-altitude sneak attack, and explosions suddenly rang out. Just when Wei Yu was so frightened that he fell to the ground, the Little Red Army jumped on him desperately, and a bomb exploded next to them. Wei Yu was only injured in his left leg and two fingers. The little Red Army soldier protecting him was killed.
After hearing the news, the child's father, Wei Hongru, arrived and saw that his son was still being pinned down by Little Red Army and was only slightly injured. He excitedly picked up Little Red Army from the pool of blood and called out repeatedly... , in order to express his gratitude to the Red Army for saving his son, he buried the little Red Army's body in his ancestral grave, and repeatedly expressed his hope to do something for the Red Army.
Under the careful treatment of the Red Army health workers, Xiao Wei Yu's injuries gradually improved. When the Red Army left Huining, a chief specifically told Wei Hongru: In the future, this child will grow up, marry a wife and have children. I hope they will Support the Red Army and continue the Long March.
Time flies. After Wei Yu grew up and got married, he gave birth to three sons in 1960, 1962 and 1971. According to his father's instructions, he named his sons Wei Jizheng, Wei Xuzheng, and Wei Changzheng respectively, which together means "Continue the Long March." According to the staff of the Huining Reunion Memorial Hall of the Three Main Forces of the Red Army, this 14-year-old Red Army member of the Fourth Front Army who sacrificed himself to save others was from Bazhong, Sichuan. His job in the army was to write and post slogans.
2. The stubborn little Red Army
The little guy is only eleven or twelve years old, with a yellow face, a pair of big eyes, two thin lips, and a slightly upturned nose. The feet were wearing worn-out straw sandals, and they were green and red from the cold.
Comrade Chen Geng walked up to him and said, "Kid, you can get on the horse and ride for a while." The little Red Army looked nonchalant, staring at Comrade Chen Geng's thin face with beard, and smiled slightly. In a Sichuan dialect: "Old comrade, my physical strength is much stronger than yours, you can ride up quickly."
Comrade Chen Geng said in a commanding tone: "Get up and ride for a while!" Little Red Army said stubbornly: "You want me to compete with your horse, then let's compete." He straightened his waist and made a posture ready to race. "Then let's go together." "No. You go first, I have to wait for my companions."
Comrade Chen Geng had no choice but to take out a small bag of highland barley noodles from his body, handed it to the little Red Army, and said: "You eat it." . The little Red Army man pulled the ration bag on his body, patted it gently, and said, "Look, it's bulging. I have more than you." Comrade Chen Geng was finally persuaded by the Little Red Army man and had no choice but to climb on the horse's back. , walked forward.
He was riding on the horse, his mood could not calm down. From the little Red Army he met just now, he thought of a series of children. From Shanghai, Guangzhou to the docks of Hong Kong, the poor children he had interacted with appeared in front of him one by one. "No, I was deceived!" Comrade Chen Geng suddenly shouted, immediately turned the horse's head, kicked the horse's belly a few times, and started running on the road he came from. By the time he found the little Red Army, the Little Red Army had already fallen on the grass. ?
3. Jiajin Mountain, whose main peak is more than 4,950 meters above sea level, is regarded by local Tibetan compatriots as a sacred mountain that "even birds can hardly fly over." It was also the first snow-capped mountain that the Red Army climbed during the Long March. On June 12, 1935, the 4th Regiment of the 1st Division of the Central Red Army arrived at the foot of Jiajin Mountain as the advance team of the entire army, kicking off the most tragic journey on the Long March.
"That day was the fourth day of the fifth lunar month. When they came down from the mountain, they were wearing colorful clothes of all styles. They were very thin, almost skin and bones.
"Recalling the scene when the Red Army arrived in Dawei Town, Xiaojin County, Sichuan, 92-year-old Zhang Shaoquan still remembers clearly, "The Red Army soldiers from the south were wearing tattered single clothes, and their feet covered with blood blisters were wrapped with dry tree bark..."
“It was really cold, so everyone was huddled together. As the march continues, there are always some comrades who never get up again. "Hao Yi, who was only 19 years old at the time, said. One day, Hao Yi couldn't walk anymore. He vaguely saw a big rock in front of him, so he put the small bag on it and wanted to sit down and rest for a while. Who knows, as soon as he sat down, As soon as he fell, the big stone fell over - it turned out to be a comrade who had died in the front troops, and his body was already stiff.
When Liu Chengwan, an old Red Army soldier, mentioned the snow-capped mountains, he still couldn't help crying in grief: "Many comrades-in-arms." Once you sit down, you can't get up again. Many people froze, slipped and flew out like cannonballs, disappearing under the ice cliff." Danling Mountain is the highest snow mountain that the Red Army climbed on the Long March. At that time, the old Red Army Liu Hong had just turned 21 years old.
“Dangling Mountain, Danngling Mountain, there are always two hundred and three people up and down. It is covered with snow all year round and there is no one inhabited. Nine out of ten people who go up the mountain will not return. "Liu Hongcai followed the troops to the bottom of the mountain. Well-meaning Tibetan compatriots came to dissuade them: those who went up were either stuck in ice caves and froze to death of starvation, or were captured by "mountain demons" and their bodies were not found...
As night fell, Liu Hongcai and his comrades huddled in the snow cave, using body heat to warm each other. Extremely tired, they fell asleep... "The next day, we woke up, and only the deputy squad leader was still lying motionless. I shouted twice, but he ignored me. "Liu Hongcai pushed over and realized that the deputy squad leader had frozen to death.
4. On the deserted grassland, the Red Army soldiers had only a pitiful amount of highland barley noodles for dry food. Vice Chairman Zhou Enlai, like the soldiers, absolutely Instead of eating more highland barley noodles, he also taught the soldiers that in order to get out of the grassland and go north to fight against Japan, they must cherish the food. After listening to his words, the soldiers put their only highland barley noodles in grain bags and tied them around their waists. .
There was less and less highland barley noodles, and the soldiers could only mix a little highland barley noodles with wild vegetables to make soup. Soldier Wu Kaisheng had finished eating his highland barley noodles and had been hungry for two days. Vice Chairman Zhou knew this. After that, he asked the guard to give Wu Kaisheng two bowls of the highland barley noodles he had saved. He looked at Wu Kaisheng's sallow face and said earnestly: "This is revolution!" Wu Kaisheng said with tears: "As long as I have a breath, I will do it. I will follow you out of the grassland and fight to the end!"
It was stormy again that night, and the tent made of sheets could not withstand the wind and rain. The soldiers were soaked in the rain. Vice Chairman Zhou He ordered the soldiers to rest in the tent that he used as his office. They were afraid that it would affect his work, so he came in person despite the heavy rain and said, "I feel uneasy if you don't go." "Vice Chairman Zhou's words were like a fire that warmed the hearts of the soldiers.
After several days of walking like this, the grassland is still boundless. The highland barley noodles have been eaten, the wild vegetables have been eaten, and the army horses have been killed and eaten. The soldiers had no choice but to burn their belts and even swallow the papers they carried to satisfy their hunger. The Red Army was in great difficulty. Vice Chairman Zhou ordered that the remaining half bowl of highland barley noodles be given to everyone to soak in water and drink: "What do you want to eat? What?" The guard was anxious.
Vice Chairman Zhou's two big eyes shone with a stern light, and the muscles on his thin face were trembling. "As long as comrades are alive, there is me. As long as one more soldier's life is saved, it will add strength to the revolutionary cause. Take it out and divide it!" This hot water mixed with a little highland barley noodles was distributed to the hands of the soldiers.
The soldiers shed tears. , this less than half a bowl of highland barley noodles is the heart and life of Vice Chairman Zhou! The soldiers are on the road again, marching on the vast grassland.
5. A long line of Red Army marched in the icy and snowy Yunzhong Mountains, braving the chaotic and misty snow. The severe cold had frozen Yunzhong Mountain into a big ice mass, and the wind was howling like a wolf. This army was poorly equipped to conquer it.
The team in front suddenly slowed down, and many people gathered around, not knowing what to do. The general shouted: Don't stop, move forward quickly! The general's guards came back to tell him. "...A man froze to death in front..." The general was stunned, said nothing, and walked towards that side. The snow was too heavy.
He staggered a little and his eyes were a little blurry.
A frozen old soldier sat leaning against a bare tree trunk, motionless, like a statue. His whole body was covered with snow, and his calm and natural expression could be seen, but his face could not be recognized for a moment. The half-rolled dry cigarette was still sandwiched between the middle finger and index finger of his right hand, and the fireworks had been extinguished by the wind and snow.
He stretched out his hand slightly forward, as if to borrow fire from his comrades... "Why? His clothes are so thin and shabby? Like leaves, like foil, they stick to his body as thinly... His Where are the warm clothes? Why haven't they been issued?
The general's face suddenly became clouded, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched visibly. He suddenly turned his head and shouted to the person next to him: "Call the Director of Munitions. , I want to..." A gust of snow swallowed up his words. His eyes were red, like an angry leopard, and he looked very scary.
No one answered him, and no one walked away... "Did you hear that? ?Guard! Call the Director of Munitions to run up!" The muscles in the general's cheeks were shaking greatly. I don't know whether it was due to cold or anger.
Finally, someone whispered to the general He shouted: "This is the Director of Munitions..."